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On A Nun

© George Gordon Byron

Of two fair virgins, modest, though admired,
Heaven made us happy; and now, wretched sires,
Heaven for a nobler doom their worth desires,
And gazing upon either, both required.

Changeling

© Margaret Widdemer

And while this that bears your seeming
Goes among us dumb and dreaming
You dance on eternally
With the Dark Queen's chivalry!

Oh hush, little baby, thy papa's at sea;
The big billows rock him as mamma rocks thee.
He hastes to his dear ones o'er billows of foam;
Then sleep, little darling, till papa comes home.
Sleep, little baby; hush, little baby;
Papa is coming, no longer to roam.

Sonnet XXX: I See Thine Image

© Elizabeth Barrett Browning

I see thine image through my tears to-night,

And yet to-day I saw thee smiling. How

The Dull Road

© Edgar Albert Guest

It's the dull road that leads to the gay road;
The practice that leads to success;
The work road that leads to the play road;
It is trouble that breeds happiness.

The Vampyre

© James Clerk Maxwell

Thair is a knichte rydis through the wood,

And a doughty knichte is tree,

The Shepherd's Week : Wednesday; or, The Dumps

© John Gay

Sparabella.

The wailings of a maiden I recite,

Wanderers

© Robert Laurence Binyon

O there are wanderers over wave and strand
Invisible and secret, everywhere
Moving thro' light and night from land to land,
Swifter than bird or cloud upon the air.

The Mother Faith

© Edgar Albert Guest

Little mother, life's adventure calls your boy away,
Yet he will return to you on some brighter day;
Dry your tears and cease to sigh, keep your mother smile,
Brave and strong he will come back in a little while.

A Late Lark Twitters From The Quiet Skies

© William Ernest Henley

the quiet skies:

The August Weeds

© Robert Laurence Binyon

I wandered between woods
On a grassy down, when still
Clouds hung after rain
Over hollow and hill;

Connaissez-vous Mon Andalouse

© Jules Verne

Connaissez-vous mon Andalouse,
Plus belle que les plus beaux jours,
Folle amante, plus folle épouse,
Dans ses amours, toute jalouse,
Toute lascive en ses amours !

Day's Rain Is Done

© Alexander Pushkin

Day's rain is done. The rainy mist of night

Spreads on the sky, leaden apparel wearing,

Peach Blossom Spring

© Wang Wei

A fisherman floated on, enjoying Spring.

The shores, he found, were covered in Peach Blossom.

Today I Will Go Once Again

Today I will go once again
Into life, into haggling, into market,
And lead the army of my songs
To duel against the market tide.

The Rivulet

This little rill, that from the springs
Of yonder grove its current brings,
Plays on the slope a while, and then
Goes prattling into groves again,

Isabel

Now o'er the landscape crowd the deepening shades,
And the shut lily cradles not the bee;
The red deer couches in the forest glades,
And faint the echoes of the slumberous sea:

Three Friends

There were three friends that buried the fourth,
The mould in his mouth and the dust in his eyes,
And they went south and east and north
The strong man fights but the sick man dies.